Certainly any sane, rational human being would struggle to choose the single most batshit insane component of the thoroughly preposterous and downright repulsive Sandy Hook hoax theory. There are simply too many to choose from, and they’re all just so, so dumb. Here are just a couple of examples:
Adam Lanza never existed, and all photos of him are simply doctored photos of H.P. Lovecraft. That’s a real one, I swear. You can Google it if you don’t believe me.
For me, the profoundly stupid claim that some of the victims – or, as the story goes, some of the child actors who played them (before disappearing forever) – magically aged five years in two short months and then performed alongside Jennifer Hudson at Super Bowl XLVII is the clear-cut winner here. Hands down. The whole thing is just too bonkers, top to bottom. But coming in at a very close second is another absurdity that has a lot in common with the aforementioned Super Bowl babble (such as logical gaps so large that you could drive a couple of bucket-wheel excavators through them, side-by-side; a healthy dose of Prosopagnosia; and of course the nonsensical belief that the Obama administration, or whichever bogeyman is alleged to have been responsible for orchestrating such incredible theater, was able to rope hundreds if not thousands of people into their grand scheme, only to risk it all by re-using “actors” in different, prominent “roles”), and that is the claim that David Wheeler, father of six year-old victim Benjamin Wheeler, played the part of both grieving father and FBI Special Agent on the day of the shooting.
The claim that no one died at Sandy Hook School on December 14th, 2012, and that it was all just a “drill”, presents nearly endless logistical complications, most of which have been hand waved away by deniers. But one issue that they have attempted to tackle, albeit in their own special way, is: what happened to the twenty young victims? Where did they go? If they’re all still alive, why hasn’t anyone seen them in the nearly six years since the shooting? Well, many of these doofuses will happily tell you that we have, and at Super Bowl XLVII, of all places.
He told me “Inconsistent error level. Some areas as bright and even brighter than the shopped on circle. Other areas abnormally dark. Shopped Photo” Can you please explain this?
I’m happy to explain, despite the fact that the clown making these claims couldn’t be bothered. But seeing as how they’re clearly talking out of their ass, I can’t say I really blame them for keeping it so short. They want you to believe that any bright color in an error level analysis means that a photo, as a whole, has been manipulated (beyond the simple addition of the circle), and is therefore fraudulent. That’s not only an overly simplistic of how ELA works, but it’s just not true.
I’m at the point where I’ve pretty much stopped asking most Sandy Hook deniers any serious questions, even those that may prove useful in further exposing the numerous, grievous flaws in their already dubious claims. This is partly due to the fact that the overwhelming majority of them are pathological liars, and I’d rather not waste my time with their nonsense. But more so than anything else, it’s because they simply cannot or will not answer them.
As an example, ask Wolfgang Halbig why he continues to use such blurry, low-quality copies of Shannon Hick’s infamous evacuation photos in his near-daily rambling and unsolicited e-mails, and you’ll be treated to a wall of gibberish that not only fails to even acknowledge the original question, but attempts to cajole you into answering somewhere around fifty of his own. It’s what’s commonly known as a Gish Gallop, and it’s as exhausting as it is intellectually dishonest. But one question I will still ask from time to time – a question no one has attempted to answer as of this writing – is this: if the school closed in 2008, where did its 600+ students go?
“Nobody Died At Sandy Hook” Chapter Five By: “Vivian Lee, PhD”
This one was a real chore to get through. At thirty-three pages (Illuminati alert!), it’s the longest chapter thus far and dense with. This is another chapter that originally started as an entry on the rancid “Veteran’s Today”. That entry was already two-years-old by the time it was reprinted in this book, but Lee claims that the content is “still as valid as ever”. Let’s see if there’s any truth to that.
Despite having been debunked, discredited, and publicly humiliated so many times that those of us without an advanced degree in mathematics have lost count, bloated carny Wolfgang Halbig is somehow still out there (as opposed to locked up in a loony bin somewhere), doing his thing, shamelessly exploiting the slaughter of twenty small children and seven adults in a sad and fruitless attempt to be finally recognized as someone important (oh, and of course raise over $100,000 in the process).
One of Wolf’s favorite methods of disseminating his barely-literate and unhinged gobbledygook is an e-mail list that he’s compiled using the (unsolicited) e-mail addresses of anyone who has ever contacted him. I know this because I inexplicably found myself included in the list after asking him – sometimes politely and other times not so much – for my $1,000. So I now have the extreme privilege of witnessing his slide into what I have to assume is dementia first-hand. And while Wolfgang spam is one of the last things I want to see upon opening my inbox, it does allow me to debunk his bullshit that much faster. Which – wouldn’t you know it – brings us to today. Read More →
With what will surely be known as one of the most baffling, awful years in recent history finally coming to a merciful end, I figured I’d wrap things up with a (very) short list of the 2016’s biggest cowards, at least according to me, and presented in no particular order: Read More →
“Nobody Died At Sandy Hook” Chapter Seven By: Allan Powell and Kelley Watt
Let’s say you’re the kind of person who enjoys magic shows. So you gather up the family one Friday night and head on down to the… well, wherever it is a magician would perform. You splurge a bit on front row tickets and take your seat, excited for a night of family-friendly entertainment. The magician finally takes the stage and kicks the night off by pulling a rabbit out of his hat. It’s an old trick, but the kids are impressed and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves anyway. The magician then spends the next hour and a half repeatedly performing the very same trick, pulling the same rabbit out of the same hat, over and over and over again. You’d be pretty pissed, right? Because that’s the situation we find ourselves in with Fetzer and his crew pulling the same dumb trick yet again: presenting photos out of order as well as out of context.
The structure for this chapter’s debunk is going to be a little different: rather than break it down on a claim-by-claim basis, I’m going to address a page or multiple pages at a time, highlighting certain areas. It’ll be much easier to follow if you not only have a copy of Fetzer’s book (which I certainly hope you didn’t pay for) as well as the files available through Connecticut’s final report, which I will be referencing frequently.